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sabokunsmalia · 6 months

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anon's request: Hiii. I feel like w the amount of times I drop I should sign off w an emoji lololl. But anyway I wanted to drop in and say that I hope you’re having a good week and leave a lil request for you. If you could write a fluff w ace or sabo where like they wake up early in the morning and are looking at the reader and reminiscing about their relationship. It kinda hits them that they’re in love and wouldn’t change a thing. Again hope you’re having a good day/week 🤗 hi it's malia: i couldn't decide, both are heavily underrated so doing both was the best decision. i even added luffy because this felt like a beautiful asl brother thing to do, lol. please, take yourself an emoji of the endless list, i would be pretty happy and probably crying happy tears if you were my very first anon. ♥

featuring: flame emperor sabo, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ the bright rays of the golden sun forced sabo to wake up from his slumber, totally against his will. he just came back from a three-week mission yesterday, and couldn't wait to spend at least two days by your side without interference. his soft fingertips, protected from the roughness of his mission by the thick leather gloves, caressed the skin along your spine. you were still heavily asleep, face pressed against his naked chest, your warm breath fanning across his skin. you looked beautiful, so peaceful, so different from what kind of moments and things sabo has seen in the past weeks. or better, his entire life since dragon pulled him out of the water. sabo wanted to become the perfect chief of staff, training and working harder than anybody else to keep his position, to make his savior proud. hell, most of his actions were way too risky to be acceptable. but the nobleborn man did not care about his own life as long as the revolutionary army could change the slightest thing in the world, he would be satisfied. until you popped up, your presence stepped in his sight and scolded him for being so careless about his own life.

↷ that night, sabo had to ask you out on a date. he didn’t have much time but he would definitely give you the couple of hours he had off. the sun rays cascaded hues of gold across your unblemished skin the day he took you to a fancy restaurant — confronted with the same image right now, sabo could not stop the trail of memories embedded in his mind. you infiltrated any given space, intoxicated him, and lured him into a paradise. like a siren but with love and a happy ending to it. your body jerked away from his touch ever so slightly when his fingertips grazed over and around your hipbone. a silenced chuckle left his mouth, remembering exactly the night you slept in his room and bed for the first time. oh, your trembling body made it difficult to cuddle properly, the sudden waves of anxiety always pulling you away from sabo's touch and warmth. the little things, he remembered so clearly as if they happened yesterday. the amount of times, he wanted to confess his love but couldn't find the courage to speak his mind. it happened way too often, the small glances you shared across the room, the several ways koala tried to set you two up. god, the poor girl was completely exhausted from dealing with the shyness of two people when it came to adoring someone.

↷ sabo had the slight hope of finding a lover on an island far away. he would not be able to spend much time with them, but it would be worth it to know they are safe. the world nobles and the marine's were a strong enemy, attempting to find the revolutionary army and stop their movement. but when the chief of staff's eyes landed on you, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, his head from imagining having you by his side and certainly not himself from falling in love with you utterly fast. his eyes anchored on your sweet face, so calm and relaxed while sleeping, as the memories of the past weeks and months sprawled out in the back of his head. pictures of moments, he would never forget, or dare himself to change. your story together was perfect, and while it was dangerous to share romantic feelings with someone in the same position, sabo would never change the slightest thing.

ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ

↷ as the captain of a wanted pirate crew, luffy had very few moments to rest and calm down from the constant fights. but when he got the chance to stay in bed longer than usual, the straw hat had his arms wrapped up tightly around your body. you sprawled out on top of him, one leg on each side. cheek pressed against his toned, naked chest while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. you always begged him to calm down once in a while, and rest from the fighting and the punches, but luffy was very bad at listening. for almost two years, you asked and he denied it with a chuckle and no words. one of his hands reached up, the calloused fingertips which became rougher over the course of time brushed the thin strands of hair out of your face. the corners of your mouth lifted slightly, almost invisible, as you exhaled a deep breath. even in your sleep, you bathed in the softness of luffy's touch. certain little things, luffy picked up over the course of your relationship.

↷ no one around luffy thought he was capable of feeling love for anything else than his occupancy as a pirate. but when the straw hats visited your island, and luffy shared a look with you, it was certain that the boy fell head over heels for your precious self. throughout the events of the past months, you gave luffy enough strength to fight further and stronger. even after losing ace, you were his glimpse of hope. a smile crept its way onto luffy's mouth, remembering the nights, you stayed on deck with him. falling asleep in his arms while watching the wide ocean sway around the thousand sunny. the days, you brought him food when he didn't join the crew for dinner. something which didn't happen before, he would never let a meal get wasted. memories, he carried with him like pictures on a wall. framed with golden ornaments and attached to his heart. moments, luffy used as a reminder to always keep fighting, to stay strong in the worst fights.

↷ his dilated pupils were locked on your statue on him, so small, so beautiful and so admirable. his slender and warm fingers combed through the mess of hair, adoring the way you made him feel safe between the enemies that wanted his head. luffy could agree to many alliances, could laugh at way too many people, yet, most of them wanted to murder the straw hat behind his back. the million little things you've done for him, no matter if the days were good or bad, they pulled luffy deeper into your spell. he fell harder for you with each given day, and while becoming the king of the pirates was his priority task, you quickly changed the placement. the straw hat did not except to experiment love on his journey to the one piece, and yet, luffy would not trade this life for anything else, he would never change any step of your love story and relationship together.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ there was not one calm night on the moby dick since the commanders gathered for an arranged party. music boomed across the deck of the main ship, and spread across the vast ocean. colorful lights, red and blue cascaded through the darkness and announced the ship to any other pirate crews or marine admirals. those feasts were ace's greatest pleasure. he loved drinking booze and eating meals until passing out. but those past days, it was somehow different. seated in the corner, the glass tightly in one of his hands, ace watched his friends and family interact with you. dancing around with marco, and having long conversations with pops or thatch. the night was a long one again, the third in a row and it was no surprise the next morning when you were still asleep. cuddled up in ace's arms while pressing your back further against his naked chest. warmth spread underneath the thick blanket but also from ace's logia devil fruit powers. a walking heater, who watched closely how your chest rose while you inhaled and exhaled.

↷ the second division commander felt the tingling in his right arm, knowing that a couple more minutes could increase the slight pain. but he wouldn't dare himself to wake you up from a much-needed nap. after dancing way too many hours with marco, and even being forced to dance another round with ace by your side, your legs were hurting badly. his unoccupied hand wandered from your hipbone towards your thick thigh. smirking to himself as you carefully pushed yourself further against his body, ace massaged your unblemished and soft skin. he didn't think about taking advantage or doing anything sexual, the shaggy black-haired decided to give you something back. he remembered clearly how many times you decided to massage his tense shoulders and back when he returned from another long mission. standing on the small boat which only worked with his particular devil fruit powers didn't allow him much of a comfortable position. days passed, sometimes even weeks or months while you waited for him and hoped for ace to return well.

↷ over the months of dating, ace reminded himself of the small things you have done for him. it always kept him alive and awake when needed, knowing that returning to you was his greatest desire. he wouldn't want to see your soft face stained by the tears from your eyes. this time, he promised to stay longer by your side, to decline leaving the ship so easily and quickly. his rough fingertips caressed along the skin of your thigh while his eyes drifted over the small statues on the shelf close to the bed. little gifts that ace brought along when he was on a mission far away. you occupied his mind, kept him awake and forced his nightly dreams to enter his days. being in a relationship as a pirate always caused problems, fearing for the well-being of you more than his own. and yet, ace wouldn't change a fact, wouldn't change any steps of the past that you shared together. each return to the moby dick came with new shivers, heavy goosebumps and a quick heartbeat. feelings, ace only got when your face popped into his mind, when you occupied his head.

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bonniebird · 2 months

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Aegon x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: "I ran too fast and now I can’t breathe. It’s the first time I’ve exercised in four years." Ageon Targaryen and Fem!Reader please.

Shuffling your feet you sighed and wished for something interesting to happen. You were appreciative that you were one of the queen's favourites and that, for today, delivering a carriage full of supplies would be the hardest job you had that day, perhaps for the week. It didn’t make the waiting around any less boring though. You turned curiously as the door to the sept opened.

It was the smaller door built into the giant doors at the front of the sept. It was disguised with ornate woodwork so that unless you inspected it closely you wouldn’t be able to tell that it was there.

“(Y/N).” Aemond said as he came into view. He was followed by the twins Erryk and Arryk. Aemond said your name as if he had hoped to find someone else.

“Aemond.” You smiled cheerfully and you could see the irritation at your cheerful disposition clear on his face. It did bring a spark of dreadful joy to rile him up. Though he never said anything, only giving you a distasteful look as if your bubbling character exhausted him beyond reason. You always got the sense that after spending any length of time with you the prince took a long lay down afterwards to recover.

“The royal carriage outside. That would be yours?” He asked in the same tone. He came across as rather bored and as if he would rather be anywhere else but he was also stern and impatient, his foot tapping as he waited for your reply.

“It is. Your queen mother has asked me to take this to the Septas to be given out to the needy.” You held up your large woven basket that hung from one arm and several more that were lined up on the worn wooden benches near the front of the sept. It was lined with green cloth and filled with food left over from a feast that had been thrown by King Viserys in Princess Rhaenyra’s honour two days prior.

“And you are alone?” He pressed. His foot tapping out an echoed song on the cold stone floor, his fingers matched the sound as they tapped silently on the hilt of the sword on his waist.

“Yes. That is why I was sent with the royal carriage your mother prefers.” You said as if that answer was obvious. You turned your attention away from the three men and towards the two septas that hurried towards you. The youngest gave you an appropriate greeting for your rank while the elder lady bowed her head quickly, thanked you and assured you the queen's gift would be greatly appreciated. There was a loud rustling and scuffling which drew all your attention towards a stone table with candles set heavily into the floor towards the back corner of the room. The younger septa, newly joined from a sept outside the city and not as used to the chaos of the royal house as the elder, jumped as Aegon leapt up from the shadows under the table. He darted off with a determination, not unlike the rat cats from the Red Keep, when the cook would chase them from the kitchen when she received dairy goods. While the twins chased him Aemond followed calmly. He stopped to bow to the three of you before following. There was peace again as the door closed, promptly broken by Aemond’s barked cry of “BROTHER!”

Once you had completed your task for the queen, you took the time to light a candle and knelt to pray. You lit another candle for the queen as well. It seemed the right thing to do when she hadn’t been able to make the trip to the sept as she wished. Once you were done you dusted yourself off and headed to the carriage.

The silver carriage you had been allowed to take today was the queen’s personal carriage, not the usual one that you and her ladies or the ladies that waited on Princess Helena would ride in. It was pleasantly upholstered and the wheels rolled smoothly even over the roads that had become uneven during the weather over the last few months.

“Are you ready to return home, my lady?” One of the queen's guards who travelled with the carriage asked. You nodded as he opened the door and helped you up the wooden steps into the carriage.

“Yes. That is all the queen wished for us to do today.” You said and smiled at him.

All of a sudden something large struck your side and you yelped as you plummeted painfully into the carriage and something large, heavy and smelling of stale alcohol landed on you.

“Unhand me!” Aegon snapped at the guard who was quick to follow your fall into the carriage and jump to your aid realising that the attacker was in fact Aegon and finding himself unsure if he should let him loose or not. “I said unhand me!”

“Aegon!” You snapped once the poor guard, pail-faced and clearly panicked, had helped you to one of the seats, seeming to decide it was best to let the flailing dragon go rather than try to heave him out of the carriage. Ageon had already taken up one of the bench seats and did not look willing to move again, so you sat on the other. “You’ve ruined my dress!” You complained as you saw the mud and dirt he’d gotten all over your clothes. Ageon did not respond, instead, he gasped a few times and waved a hand at the guard, who was still lingering in the doorway of the carriage, indicating that he would like to be taken home. You glared at him, fixing him with as hard a look as you could manage.

"I ran too fast and now I can’t breathe. It’s the first time I’ve exercised in four years." He gasped out after a long pause. You tried not to giggle but the sound broke out on its own and made him smile as you put a hand up to your mouth as if to try and catch the sound.

“Why are you running from Aemond?” You asked to distract from your amusement and he sighed.

“Because he’s a frightful bore and I wanted to have some fun.” Aegon sprawled out across the seat he was occupying and closed his eyes.

“You shouldn’t hide in the sept. It's rude. Not to mention you always hide there so you're easier to find.” You said quickly. He opened one eye and groaned a little.

“Are you going to scold me all the way back to the keep?” He asked lazily. You sighed and leaned into the comfortable seat a little more.

“I would much rather not have to talk to you at all.” You said quickly. He chuckled and shrugged.

“Very well.” He spoke with sharp amusement that made you frown.

“I mean that.” You said stubbornly. He smiled again and basked in the sun that burst through the carriage windows as the long stretch of road opened up and the carriage turned down the road that exited the main heart of the city and headed to the front courtyard of the keep.

“And I agreed.” He was starting to smile, amusement playing at the corner of his mouth as you fidgeted in your seat, running your tongue over your front teeth and smacking your lips quietly with frustration. “But you do insist on it ever so much.” He said after a pause.

“Because you do not speak as if you believe me.” You answered matter of factly. He nodded and made a noise as if he agreed.

“It is true I do speak in such a manner. Mostly because I don’t believe you. You like me more than my brother at least.” He said softly and grinned as he looked over at you, his feet kicked up against the wall of the carriage at the end of the seat, crossed over each other at the ankle as his hands rested on his chest.

“Not true at all. I find Daeron much more enjoyable to spend time with than you.” Your answer made him laugh.

“Everyone likes him. But you like me more than Aemond.” He sat up and leaned towards you as the carriage came to a stop. The small space seemed to become smaller still under his gaze, watching you as if he wanted you to confess that he was right but the door was yanked open and Aemond appeared as he stepped into the light that burst through the opening, yanking Aegon out of his seat and through the carriage door out of sight. Sir Cole stepped into view shortly after and gently helped you from the carriage.

“Thank you for finding him.” A stiff voice came from behind you. Turning you found Otto Hightower over seeing Aegon being swept out of sight into the depths of the keep.

“Well, really he found me.” You confessed and smiled. Your smile fell awkwardly when Otto’s face remained stern.

“The queen will see you in her chambers for an update on your trip to the Sept.” Otto said and nodded to Cole. Though he was gentle as he guided you inside, Sir Cole’s grip on your arm was unyielding and you had the good sense to suspect that Aegon had gotten you into some kind of trouble.

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Off Limits

Ok so there was a rlly cute ask in my inbox that was about introducing Gavi to Ramadan or taking him to iftar but it's gone now!!! I literally cannot see it anymore. But dear anon who requested a Ramadan-inspired Gavi fic, this is for you!!! So reader is Arab/ Desi/ North African/ a similar culture.

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"Pablo, as God is my witness, I will break up with you if you don't get away from me."

Was it harsh? A little. But it was the only way you could get your clingy partner to leave you alone. For the past hour, he continuously tried to hold your hands or cuddle you, and you had to push him away in a panic every time. Ramadan was finally upon you, and you could not be more excited. It was a month of great food and company, and jut general peace. It was a time for you to really embrace your culture: long dresses and dangly jewelry, coffee cups painted in gold calligraphy, and lanterns decorating every possible surface.

There were several traditions in your family that took place every Ramadan, a main one being that you and your female relatives would all go and get henna done on your arms and legs, your skin remaining tinted with elaborate patterns all month long. However, since moving to Barcelona (and moving in with your long-term boyfriend), this tradition has become harder and harder for you to maintain. This led to an Amazon overtight order of about 20 henna cones, and two hours of you bent over yourself trying to pipe out the tiniest of designs onto your hands and feet. It was unfortunately during this time that Gavi came home from training, plopping onto your couch as he tried to grab your hand, smudging one of the flowers you had gone cross-eyed drawing. After letting out a yell that probably scared the dogs in Madrid, you calmed enough to explain what you were doing and why he couldn't touch it.

"So it's like a tattoo? I don't really like tattoos ya know." He said, rolling over onto his side and pouting, touch starved and desperate to touch you. You continued drawing as you responded.

"Yeah but they're temporary. And they're brown instead of black. And tattoos are hot. You would look hot with tattoos Pablo."

This elicited a laugh from the boy, his eyes creasing and his teeth dazzling. He loved watching you focused on your sketches. Your teeth was between your lips, tension evident in your features. There was nothing that you did that wasn't entertaining to him. Gavi loved looking at you, studying you, catching every minor change in your expressions or body language and storing them deep in his memory.

Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, he tried to imagine what he would look like with a tattoo.

"Maybe Spanish men aren't meant to have tattoos, amor. We just don't look good in them."

"Pablo how can you say this when Ramos literally exists?"

"Your answer to everything cannot be 'It's hot because Sergio Ramos does it'!"

"Why not? Long hair? Hot on Ramos. Tattoos? Hot on Ramos. Being a father-"

"Please stop. I am begging."

You broke out into fits of giggles, the banter flowing naturally between the two of you. When you finally finished your hands, you beckoned Gavi over. Instructing him to place his arm in your lap, you began drawing on his tanned skin.

"Ay, what are you doing?"

"Proving you would look good with a tattoo. Sit still!! You're gonna make me mess up."

"But-"

"No buts. I had to redo half my hand because of you. And besides, you're always in long shirts, no one will see."

This silenced the whines from the boy looming over you as you bent closer to his arm. Despite a flinch every so often from the cool sensation on his skin, Pablo stayed perfectly still. He brought his free hand up to move the hair from your eyes, giving him a better view of your face.

"There. All done."

A loud laugh resonated throughout the room. On Gavi's forearm sat a small angry face with bushy eyebrows.

"Is that supposed to be me?"

"Yeah. I think it's pretty accurate."

Trying to pull you in, he reached for your arm and you pulled away in a hurry.

"Pablo my hands are still wet!! No touching!"

"Are your feet still wet, too?" You nodded, afraid of why he wanted this piece of information. He moved closer to you on the couch, clean arm wrapping around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

"That means you can't run away from me." He smiled, and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Cheeks heating up, you snuggled into his chest, hiding your embarrassment at the affection. You two stayed like this for a while, just watching TV and enjoying the shared body heat. Once your hands had dried, you went to peel off the top layer, revealing the stained pattern beneath it. After some lotion, you returned to Gavi, peeling off his design as well, the two of you once again in fits of laughter at the angry face on his arm. You settled back into him, and he looked down at you.

"Can I hold your hand now? Or are you off-limits until the end of Ramadan?"

You interlocked your hand with his, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles. Bringing your entwined hands up to his face, he admired your hard work.

"It looks gorgeous, mi amor. You did so well." He kissed the back of your hand, straight over the delicate patterns.

"Want to see something cool?" You asked. "Look in the center there. See if you can read anything."

He brought your hands up once again, refusing to release you from his grip for even a second. He looked through the swirls, until the found a dainty "PG6" hidden in the design. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest, and nuzzling against your neck.

"I can't believe you're all mine."

A/N - I literally was writing this as my henna was drying and then I tried to open a Barbican with wet henna and I stopped for a minute and was like wow this is the most Arab experience I'll ever have. Anyways, short and sweet, hope y'all enjoy.

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tr-mha-fan · 10 days

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At first please excuse my bad english. But I wanted to ask if you can write a oneshot/headcone about bakugo in which the reader get hurt and he is afraid to loose her. Thank you ^^

And by the way I really like your writing style:)

Awwww! Thanks Anon! This is kind of my first real request, so Im happy! Here😉

⚠️TW⚠️: mentions of injury, death, depression, sh, and su/c/de(these will be italicized, so feel free to read)

Bakugou when his S/O gets hurt

You two are in a battle against villains

You get hurt when you were fighting 3 villains at once, on your own

You lose consciousness and are now in a coma

the doctors don't know when you'll wake up

Bakugou blames himself for not protecting you correctly

He stays by your side the whole time

Sleeps in the hospital, on a chair, his head on your bed

Has nightmares of the moment when you got stabbed

He talks in his nightmares, his voice wavering and quivering

"Don't leave me, please..."

"I can't live without you!"

Cries when he's alone in your hospital room with you, eyeing your sleeping state, noticing how peaceful you look

When you wake up, he starts crying, no matter who else is in the room with y'all

He clings to you like a little child does to his mother

Doesn't leave your side AT ALL during your 2 week recovery stay in the hospital unless you're going to the bathroom

When you're released, he doesn't let you do ANYTHING

Carries everything for you, even your school bag

When you're going somewhere he has to carry you AT LEAST half the way (whether it's bridal style or piggy back)

Once you're good enough to start training again, he convinces Aizawa-sensei to put you against the weakest classmates

Makes sure everyone goes easy on you until you're fully recovered

If you guys have to fight real life villains again (I mean, this is class 1a, of course they're gonna fight real villains) he stays beside you the whole entire fight, making sure you don't get hurt again

Now, if instead, you don't survive (if you get triggered by the TW's at the beginning, I advise you don't read this part)

When your heart monitor flatlines, he goes into a state of denial

Tears start streaming down his cheeks without him even noticing

The doctors rush in to see what's wrong

Bakugou starts blaming the doctors, saying they didn't do enough to save you

He falls to his knees, burying his face in his hands as he bawls, now blaming himself for not protecting you

He refuses to leave your body, even when his mom tries to pull him out the room

He gets severely depressed

Doesn't talk to anyone, not during classes, training, or just regular days

Everyone else is also affected by your death, but Katsuki is 100x worse

All your other classmates (specifically the Bakusquad) try to cheer him up, despite their own pain

Bakugou loses it, and starts self harming, blaming himself for your death, that if he had been a better boyfriend, you wouldn't have died

After a short while, two months tobe exact, he has had enough

He decides to end it, jumping off the roof in the middle of the night

Well hello there hoomans, I hope you enjoyed, and once again, Thanks anon! As you can see, I love angst, so I put that angstier ending, hehe 😈

Kazurora out!

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Missed You

Summary: Its the summer festival, and you're not in a very festive mood, since your boyfriend, Echo, has been away for a month. Lucky for you, he's just come back.

Pairing: TBB Echo x Reader

Word Count: 927

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @kiss-anon

A/N: I have decided that my Echo has started to heal, so his hair is growing back and he's just healthy.

You tilt your head back, enjoying the cool evening air against your skin. It had been hot, miserably hot, today, and you’re grateful for the cool breeze that arrived only half an hour ago.

In the distance, you can still hear the music and the raised voices of the people enjoying the summer festival, and you know that you should still be there. Your friends had been so excited for the festival, so excited to spend the evening together and watching the fireworks together.

But watching your friends being all lovey with their partners, just left you feeling like a seventh wheel, so to speak. In fact, you’re fairly certain that they hadn’t even noticed that you left.

You allow your head to fall forward again, and you open your eyes to look out across the lake, enjoying the peace and quiet, and the fact that there isn’t anyone there telling you that you need to cheer up.

Echo would never tell you that you need to cheer up.

But then, if Echo was here, you would have spent the whole festival with him rather than with your friends.

You miss him. He’s been gone for well over a month now, and you know what your friends are thinking. They think that Echo ghosted you. That he just up and left you and you’re just not accepting the reality of the situation.

It’s not true, of course. You talk to Echo for hours every evening, he’s just not on Pabu right now. But he promised that he was going to be back soon. And you’ve never known Echo to break a promise.

You lay back against the boulder you’re sitting on, the same boulder where you first met Echo and the same boulder where he brought you on your first date, and you look up at the stars. You should have brought your flute, at least then you would have something to do to pass the time while you wait for the fireworks.

You turn your head to the side when you hear heavy footsteps, “You know,” A familiar voice has you shooting up into a sitting position, a wide grin crossing your face, “I’m fairly certain that the festival is on the beach, cyare. Not all the way back here.”

Echo steps into the clearing, a teasing smile on his face. He’s already wearing casual clothing, which means he stopped off at his house first, before coming to find you.

“Echo!” You slide off the boulder and throw yourself into his arms, forcing him to catch you. He spins you, to work off some of the momentum, and then settles you back on your feet, and folds his arms around you, “You’re back!”

“I’m back.” He brings his hand up and lightly caresses your cheek, “Did you get all peopled out, cyare?”

“They’re exhausting,” You reply as you place your hands over his and lean into his touch. “But I stayed for several hours. Until I got tired of the heavy handed hints that you ghosted me.”

Echo scoffs, “They have such faith in me.”

“I don’t know why they don’t like you, you’re amazing.” You say with an adoring smile.

“You’re biased, beautiful.” Echo replies with a warm smile as he slides his thumb across your lower lip. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” You mumble as you kiss his thumb. “You’re my favorite personal heater after all.”

“Ah hah! So you just want me for my body.” There’s laughter in his voice, and you beam at him. There was a time, not so long ago, when he wouldn’t have been able to make jokes like that.

“I’m afraid I want the whole package.” You counter as you lean against him, “Mind, body, and soul.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His arms hold you securely against him, and he bumps his forehead against yours.

You giggle and trail one hand up the back of his neck, lightly ghost your fingers around his implants, and brush through the short hair on the top of his head, “You didn’t cut it?” You ask and he tenses slightly against you.

“I thought I’d try growing it out a little. What do you think?” He asks, some nervousness in his voice.

“I think I love you with or without hair,” You reply immediately.

The tension drains from him at your words, “What did I do to get so lucky to be with someone so amazing?”

“You called me more beautiful than the stars in the sky on a day when I felt absolutely awful, and then you sat with me and told me jokes until I was laughing.” You say with a fond smile.

“That was clever of me, wasn’t it?”

“The most clever.”

“Well,” He ducks his head and brushes his lips against yours in a chaste kiss, “How about this? On all of the planets I’ve been on, across all of the systems I’ve visited, you’re still the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.” Echo murmurs.

You release a shy giggle, and avert your gaze, able to feel your face heating.

Echo’s fingers brush against your cheek, and then a slow, mischievous, smile crosses his face. “Can I come home with you?”

A broad smile crosses your face and you tilt your head to kiss him, “Always.”

“Mm, I’m going to show you how much I love you, cyare. I hope you have lots of energy.” He promises, his voice a pleasing rumble in your ears. And he chuckles when you shiver and press against him.

#star wars #tbb #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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frog-writes-for-fun · 11 months

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hey hey— i loved the angsty c!grian x reader fic (the newest one you uploaded, i mean), and was wondering if you'd do a sequel for it? not forced, obviously

as for a plot, that's entirely up to you!! i don't have any ideas atm so feel free to write whatever you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thanks in advance if you do this !! /gen

Hi there! Thanks for the request! I had a bit of inspiration strike, so I hope you enjoy! The anon's talking about this fic!

Regrets Are Sweet (But My Heart is Stronger)

c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)

Summary: You’ve moved on, but he doesn’t know.

Notes: Angsty, unrequited love (but reversed this time :3), could be read as mild yandere. The server that the reader has moved to is left up to you, pick your favorite!

This place is peaceful. You’ve carved out a nice little life for yourself on this server, made new friends and found a place for yourself among them. Here, you can walk around without seeing his builds, talk to people without hearing his voice, and live without a remnant of him in your mind. It’s been months since he’s crossed your thoughts.

“Thanks for the help!” You wave as the others strap on their elytras, waving back and blasting off with rockets to return to their homes. Turning, you smile. Your newest build stands proudly near your house, and despite the vast number of cows held inside, only a fraction of their “moo”s can be heard from where you are. The barn started as a personal project, but when your friends saw the skeleton of a build, they insisted on pitching in- and it’s all the better for it.

Sighing contentedly, you began to make your way back to the entrance of your home, stopping short when there’s a buzz on your communicator. Pulling it out of your pack, your eyes widen when you see the message in the general chat.

Why was he here? You stayed in place, frozen for a moment, unable to peel your attention from the message. Greetings came from your servermates, a couple questioning who he was, and he responded happily, unaware of your predicament.

Soon, another message came through:

It took a moment to register. Thinking for a heartbeat, you tapped out a response.

His next message was an enthusiastic acknowledgement. Stiffly, you packed a few essentials for traveling anywhere away from home, delaying as long as you thought was reasonable before setting out. Why had Grian come after you after so long, and after you left so abruptly?

When you landed at spawn, Grian was pacing at the top of a nearby hill. Upon seeing you, he grinned.

“Y/N! There you are!” He rushed forward, wings spread so he could make large leaps to clear the distance between you. Before he could hug you, though, you stepped to the side, and he pouted dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your ticket home?”

You stayed still, only tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean?”

He holds out a hand. “You can come home! Don’t you want to come back to Hermitcraft with me?”

“I am home.” Your expression remained blank. “I have friends here- family, even. You were the only one I was close to there, and that tie was severed long ago.”

Grian frowns slightly, gesturing pleadingly as he spoke. “Y/N, that tie isn’t severed. Look, I’m here! I want you to come home- I care a lot about you!”

Shaking your head, you stared at him. “I already told you. I’m staying here. I’m happy here, without you.”

“But I’m not!” He was speaking far too loudly, almost shouting in his earnestness. “Y/N, I love you!”

“You shattered my heart.” There was a chill to your voice that had never been directed at Grian before, and he stepped back. “There’s no room left there for you. I am happier and stronger without you.”

Turning, you began to leave.

“Y/N, wait!” He called out behind you. You heard the flutter of wings as he rushed forward, and you turned for a moment to glare at him. Grian shrunk back, but didn’t back down. “I’ve searched every server to find you. Please! Just give me a chance?”

You laughed. “You had every chance. You chose Mumbo and Scar, remember? I’m sure they’re waiting for you at home. Just leave, Grian.”

His head dropped, and he looked so sad you almost pitied him. “They’re… We’re not together anymore. They were never my first choice. It was always you, Y/N.”

It tore at your heart, the way your former friend looked back up at you. Grian reached out a hand again, tears plainly welling in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need you.”

And yet you set me to the side, every time. The words echoed in your brain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. “I’m not leaving my home. Goodbye, Grian.”

Turning once again, you didn’t hear any further pleads he may have made. Pulling out your communicator, you tabbed over to the map and began to return home.

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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The Fight (Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader) - Part 1

a/n: hey everybody!! so this was requested by anon (as seen above). i did not fully follow the req as the fight wasn't before leaving the GP but the GP is thrown there somewhere. i actually really liked the prompt since its a bit more challenging and i rarely ever write angsty. i have divided it into two parts, so part 2 coming soon! (@ anon pls send another request for part 2 if you want a notif and i will reply to that, but if not i will tag part 2 here). i hope you enjoy bc i had a lot of fun writing this one. hoping to have part 2 up next week! excited to watch zandvoort this weekend, gutted to be in NL and not be able to see it in person. THE FACT THAT I AM MISSING OUT ON SEEING CARLOS IN PERSON? ON HIS BDAY WEEKEND? robbed. very vamossainz55phobic. anyways.. you didn't hear it from me but putting out a danny ric req out soon <3

summary: carlos and you fight for the first time. it doesn't end well.

tw: dickhead carlos, swearing, and honestly kinda sad? it will get better part 2 tho.

enjoy <3<3<3

The Fight (3.2k words) - part 1

The thing is, you didn’t expect it to be this hard when it started. Looking back though, you should've seen it coming.

It had already been five months since you started dating Carlos and the five months felt both like five minutes and five years. It was crazy how fast time had passed since you had met him and although five months wasn’t that long, you really did feel like you had known him for forever. The memory of you two meeting still made you both laugh because of how random it had been.

You had been visiting Singapore with some of your friends, around the same time as the Singapore GP, and sure you knew a bit about F1 but not much apart from the basics. You had followed the sport a bit with your dad when you were younger, so you were pretty familiar with the classic names of Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, but you had no clue about any of the new and younger drivers.

The only thing you knew now about F1 was that it was driving you crazy. Every single area in Singapore was crowded, from clubs, to touristy destinations, to restaurants. You had scattered around the city trying your best to get some peace and quiet but the flood of F1 fans practically made it impossible. It’s not like you didn’t want them having fun, but it was frustrating you that it was at the expense of your own vacation.

To top it all off, it had been rumored that several of the drivers were staying at your hotel which made it practically impossible to get in without being tagged as a fan trying to crash the hotel.

You quietly waited for the elevator, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at the numbers slowly switching. You were tired and frustrated, having had to argue with the security once again, trying to remind him that you had been staying in the hotel a good two days before the F1 drivers had arrived. Your friends had decided to go out to a club that evening but you were too tired to tag along so there you were, ready to go to bed and sleep in the next morning.

You hear footsteps coming towards you, assuming that another guest was trying to get to their room too so you give them a quick smile before looking back at the elevator doors. You don’t even realize how frustrated you look with your arms crossed against your chest and your foot gently tapping the floor. You only snap out of it when you hear the stranger speak up.

“Rough day?” He asks, and you can’t help but give him a brief glance, seeing that he was by himself. You also don’t miss that he was kind of attractive. He had big doe eyes and thick lips along with a nice stubble.

“Do I look that annoyed?” You ask him, and you notice the slight concern in his eyes and you can’t help but let out a light hearted laugh. “It’s really not that deep,” You say, shaking your head. “This whole Formula One thing has just been a bit of a nuisance.” You explain, taking another glance at him.

You look over at him a bit and notice that he is wearing gym attire from top to bottom and a backward facing cap on his head to hide his hair. “Sorry, are you a fan? Like are you here for the race?” You ask and there is a clear apologetic look on your face.

This makes the stranger laugh and you can’t help but furrow your brows. “Yeah- You could say I am here for the race, but don’t worry, I get what you mean. It’s a bit too much sometimes, yeah?” He chuckles just as the elevator door rings. You nod along as you both go inside and you follow along with the conversation when he asks you for any recommendations.

And that’s how you had met Carlos. You had ranted to him all the way up the elevator, and he had listened and nodded, still wearing an amused smile on his face. “Trust me I like Formula One, I get it, it's fun, but I wanted to enjoy my holiday without a crowd.” You remember telling him and the poor guy had just nodded along. It was only the next day when you were leaving with your friends for brunch that you had spotted him again, still no clue of his name.

He was wearing a red shirt- or what looked like a jersey, black pants, and he was sporting the same cap as the night before, this time facing forward. The black horse with the yellow emblem with the logo being clear as daylight. As soon as he spotted you he walked over, giving you a small wave.

You look over his outfit the closer he gets and your eyes slightly drift to the people he was with and although you first thought they were fans it was loud and clear that it was a team. By the time he comes up to you you’re flushed red, completely embarrassed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you worked for the team? I am so sorry. Oh my god.” You blurt out as soon as he’s near enough and the cackle he lets out only makes your face burn more.

“Hey, I told you I came for the race. It’s not my fault you didn’t ask if I was racing or not,” He says with a grin before looking over at your friends and giving them a smile.

“Excuse me? You’re racing?” You ask already covering your face. “I am so sorry, seriously. It’s cool that you do all of this.” You try your best to cover up. From your conversation from the night before you were sure he wasn’t offended but what he says next completely takes you by surprise.

“I mean, you could make it up to me by giving me your number?” He offers with a smile. His tongue is poking out slightly between his lips and you find yourself blushing for a completely different reason. He’s taking out his phone to hand it to you, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. You look at him stunned before your eyes drop to his phone. “I need to give F1 a better rep, you know?” He says before moving his phone closer to you. You take his phone before putting your number in before the others are calling for him and before you properly catch his name he is already running off.

You had chatted a bit the first few months but because of Carlos’ schedule you both did not get to properly start seeing each other until the end of the season. But here you were, seven months later and you both had been properly together for almost five months. The Christmas holiday and pre-season was easy, both of you managing to find time with each other. Luckily you were also living in Spain, having secured a job there a little over a year ago, and it was a dream really. You both indulged in each other’s time and got to know each other quite well. It was all perfect until the next season had started.

It was fine at first, the first few races were fun, and it was thrilling to see your boyfriend on TV, but after the first few races you realized the excitement of seeing him on TV stopped outweighing the slight pang in your chest from him not being next to you.

The tension had been building the first few races of the season, and you both knew it. Carlos was starting to get stressed, it was his second year in Ferrari and the pressure had grown tenfold. You tried your best to also be there for him, but as the season progressed you were beginning to feel like every single race was pushing you guys another step further from each other.

Carlos had just ended his streak of finished races, DNFing in Australia, and as hard as you tried to be there to support him there was only so much you could do through the phone. You kept on telling yourself that it was going to be okay though, you were going to see him for the next race. After some heavy planning and insisting, your manager had finally given you a green light. You had contacted Charles for some help, wanting to surprise your boyfriend and luckily the Monegasque driver had sent you a thumbs up with the photo of your printed out lanyard.

You had arrived at the hotel the Thursday night, tired but excited to see Carlos after not seeing him for a little over a month. The lanyard was hanging over your neck, Charles having snuck to the lobby to hand it to you. You knock the door nervously, holding the handle of your luggage. There is a faint sound of shuffling before the door opens and you smile widely once you see Carlos. He looks tired and sleepy, his feathery hair fuzzed out, your heart grows two sizes at the sight of him.

“Surprise,” You say softly with a smile, looking over his face for a reaction. His eyes widen for a bit before a smile is pulling at his lips.

“No way. What?” He asks before he’s pulling you into a hug. You tuck your head easily under his chin. You wrap your arm around his waist and nuzzle your face into his chest. “What are you doing here?” Carlos asks, slowly pulling away to look at you. He barely gives you a moment to look at him before he’s kissing you.

“God, I did not expect to see you,” He breathes out, beginning to pull you in the room. You drag your luggage in with you, letting go of it only once you’re inside. Carlos shuts the door before he is kissing you again, this time trailing kisses down your neck. You let out a soft sigh, holding onto his arms.

“Wanted to surprise you,” You say softly, smiling once Carlos pulls away. He gently squeezes your waist before pecking your lips again.

“Well you did,” He says smiling. For a moment you thought everything was fine, but the rest of the weekend proved otherwise.

Friday was rough. You were excited that your first race weekend watching Carlos in person followed the sprint format, you were going to watch him in two races over the weekend and you honestly could not wait to see him drive his heart out. You lingered around for a bit around the paddock in the morning, getting to meet a few other drivers and their girlfriends, and it was nice. Practice was intense, and although Carlos did not top the chart your heart still swole to see him up there.

Qualifying was a different story though, you could feel the tension to a point where it was almost nauseating and you could feel your own nerves crawl up your throat. Q1 looked good, and Q2 was looking promising. Up until you saw a yellow flag flashing across the screen and the team in the garage groan. The moment you realized Carlos had crashed you felt your heart sink. It was clear that he was okay, but you already knew he had been stressed from the previous race. You nervously pinched your bottom lip, stopping yourself from wanting to just walk to the track to go to Carlos yourself no matter how long it would take.

Instead you waited patiently, standing in the back of the garage as the screen flashed Carlos getting out of the car. You let out a deep breath, deciding to calm yourself down before Carlos saw you.

When he came back to the garage you let out a breath of relief, just glad to be able to see him. You wait for him to go around the garage, apologizing to the team. Once he had done a round around the garage you see him walk towards you. You give him a small smile, ready to go for a hug but his words practically push you back.

“You should head back to the hotel yeah?” He asks, not even looking you in the eye. You frown at this and shake your head.

“No it’s fine, I can stay.” You say, knowing that he probably would have a long debrief that evening. “I don’t mind.” You promise, but you’re met with a cold response.

“Just head back yeah?” He says before he’s turning his back to you to go to the pitwall. You chew the inside of your cheek, watching him walk off. The last thing you wanted was to make a scene in front of his team.

Call it stubborn but you wait until qualifying is over, you loiter around the garage, and then wait in the hospitality room. You don’t mind really, you just wanted to be there for Carlos. You hadn’t seen him since he had headed to the meeting room to talk, and five hours later you catch him walking with the rest of the team to another room. You give him a soft smile before resting your chin on your hand.

It’s almost a whole five minutes later when you get a text.

‘Go to the hotel y/n. I’ll see you there.’

That time you chose to listen.

You fall asleep before Carlos gets back, both physically and emotionally exhausted from the day so the next time you talk to Carlos is when you’re both up to get ready to go for free practice 2 and the sprint race.

The car ride is a bit silent again and you rest your head against the window as you watch the cars pass by. “How are you feeling about the qualifying?” You ask after a bit, finally mustering the courage to ask for it.

Carlos shrugs a bit, fixing his sunglasses. “It happened, it was a mistake but it’s okay, we have the sprint to fix it.” Carlos says and you give him a small smile.

“Yeah, yeah. I can’t wait to see you drive today. It’s not a full race but its the first time I’ll see you race in person.” You smile. Carlos glances over you with a smile before reaching to give your knee a squeeze.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He promises.

The spint makes things better. Carlos manages to climb up from P10 to P4 and the moment he comes back to the garage you are engulfed in a tight hug.

“That was amazing!” You say, smiling from ear to ear. He lets out a soft laugh.

“Could do better but I will definitely be taking P4. after yesterday” He chuckles before giving you a quick peck.

The evening is a bit nicer this time, you decide to go to the hotel first, a bit grateful that Carlos had given you a rough estimate of when he was going to get back. You wait for him, ready to order room service but when he arrives he’s holding a bag of take out for you along with his own meal prep.

You both talked over dinner, and although today was better there was a little voice in the back of your head, nagging a bit about the night before, but you decided to bite your tongue back. That was a problem for another day. Unfortunately though, Sunday decided otherwise.

One thing was to see Carlos crash during Q2, but another thing was to see him end a race before it even started. When you spotted Carlos’ and Daniel’s collision you physically had to hold back a scream, balling up your fist in frustration. By the time Carlos got into the garage the tension was airtight. Nobody thought it was Carlos’ fault, but that didn’t mean the frustration wasn’t there.

“Just go home,” Carlos murmurs once he gets to you, after making his second round of apologies that weekend. You look over at him and shake your head.

“I don’t mind waiting here today. I have nothing to do in the hotel anyways Carlos,” You say, squeezing his hand. “It’s okay,” You say but Carlos is soon pulling his hand away.

“I don’t mean the hotel. I mean you can go home if you want to.” Carlos says and your face instantly falls.

“What?” You ask and he’s walking to the back to his driver's room and you follow behind him. “Why would you even offer that?” You ask, shutting the door behind you once you’re both inside.

“Look, I just, I think you should go home. It doesn’t make sense for you to stay.” Carlos says, looking at his hands.

“Why wouldn’t it make sense for me to stay? I want to be there for you Carlos.” You say, looking over him incredulously. “That’s the whole reason I’m here, I want to support you.” You’re trying to find his eyes but he can’t bring himself to look at you.

“I don’t need your support y/n. I’m fine.” He says and you know it’s his emotions talking but the words sink into your chest.

“But we still had our plan for tomorrow and Tuesday still, Charles told me he booked you for those days so I could have some extra time for the race.” You murmur.

“I don’t have time for that y/n. I need to train and work on the car and talk to engineers. We need to prepare for Miami.” He says, slowly unzipping his suit.

“Carlos, Miami is in 2 weeks. I know you’re upset but you don’t need to be unreasonable.” You say, starting to feel frustrated. You had tried your best to meet Carlos half way the whole weekend but at this point it felt like you were grasping at straws.

“I’m not upset y/n. I told you I’m fine.” He says, back facing you.

“You’ve been upset since Australia. I have been trying to seriously talk to you about this. You barely tell me anything through the phone and I was hoping being here in person would help you open up. Carlos, you need to tell me how you’re feeling. How many times do I need to tell you this?” You ask, finally getting some edge in your voice. The frustration had been building for weeks from all the worrying you had done and you were sick of holding it back.

“How many times do I need to tell you y/n. I’m fine.” He says and his back is still facing you, and you never thought you would hate seeing the number 55 in front of your face ever.

“Then look at me when you say that.” You snap. There’s a lull of silence and you go to say something but Carlos cuts you off before you can.

“I didn’t ask you to come here for the race.” He says and this time the words cut a whole through your chest.

“Seriously?” You murmur, still only facing his back. You give him time to answer and every second only makes the hole in your chest bigger.

He finally turns around after what feels like hours, giving you a nod.

“I need to go to the pitwall.” He says, and if there is regret on his face you can’t see it since he’s already walking past you and opening the door. You feel tears well up in your eyes and you can’t bring yourself to turn around.

By the time he gets back to the hotel the only thing left there is his suitcase and your lanyard hanging on the coat rack.

fin.

part 2 linked here

a/n: very angsty and carlos is a dickhead but part 2 is coming !! let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments (or if you want to be tagged in my general f1 taglist <3

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your-local-hoemie · 11 months

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HELLO HOW ARE YOU I JUST HAD LIKE A SCENARIO TYPE OF THING THAT RANDOMLY POPPED UP IN MY HEAD WHILE STUDYING

Okok so imagine mordern au with our favorite gingers coming home to us studying our ass off for a test but they dont wanna disturb us so they just plop their head on our lap T-T we take off one of our earbuds and use our free hand to like run our fingers through his hair!!!! The sound of the calculator clicking and the pencil/pen writing on the paper is so calming :( i wanna experience this GSHSGAJJS

Oay i should go back to studying HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT

-🐢anon

Slams fists on table YES!!

I hope your studying goes well!! Make sure to take breaks and look after yourself ok!!

Warnings: fluff, gn!reader, swearing, not proof-read.

Characters: Thoma, Childe.

Thoma~

It had been a long week of nothing but schoolwork, books, and textbooks.

You don’t even remember the last time you left your room at this point which in turn left you with a feeling of guilt at abandoning your sweetheart of a boyfriend for so long.

You knew he didn’t blame you for it or anything like that but you’d both be lying if you said you didn’t miss each other.

So imagine the joy when one afternoon. While hunched over in your chair reading the last of your notes, none other than Thoma himself knocked at your door!

“Sweetheart? Mind if I come in?”

Taking off your headphones you felt a involuntary grin spread across your face as you hurry over to your bedroom door opening it.

Without a second being wasted, Thoma immediately wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a tight embrace while peppering your face with soft kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much! I haven’t seen you in days and I got worried so I made you some (your favourite food)!”

This was a small habit you noticed he had.

If he thinks you’re upset either at him or just in general he’s always put extra effort into bringing you “peace offerings” which you had to admit; Was pretty fucking adorable!

“Oh, thoma. I’m so sorry I haven’t been free. I’ve had a bunch of studying to do and it’s still not finished. I’m sorry you had to come over for nothing”

Guilt washed over you as I can’t help but look down knowing even though you’d give up almost anything to spend time with him, you still had to prioritise your studies.

With a soft chuckle you felt his hand cup your cheek as he moved your head back up to face him with his warm smile.

“You don’t have to stop for me, sweetness. I just want to be around you. But if It’ll really be too distracting then I can come back another tim-“

“No! No, I don’t mind!”

Smiling warmly, you grab his hand pulling him over to your seat. Sitting down you give your lap a soft pat.

“You can chill here while I work!”

“W-what? Your lap?? But-”

“Shush. We’re dating, Thoma. Come on”

With slight hesitation and a face the same colour as his jacket, Thoma sits down on a chair he pulled closer to you and comfortably rests his head on your thighs.

The next few hours is spent with occasional discussions of what you’ve both been doing and the gaze of pure adoration he projects up at you when you’re not looking~

Childe~

Childe is well renowned for being a persistent little shit when he wants to be.

Which is why you’ve been warning him for a good month in advance that you have a test coming up that you need to study for, meaning you won’t be able to spend time with him.

You knew how he would be if you didn’t give him the attention he wanted.

Last time this happened, you were away on a school trip with Zhongli for a Petrology class.

It was barely three days before you ended up with several missed calls from Childe and a couple of messages threatening to come and personally find you just to make sure you were alright.

We don’t see red flags in this house.

So this is mind. Along with the fair warning to him about your upcoming occupied time, you were fairly confident that you’d be able to study in peace.

That being said. You were now situated in your room. Trying to wrap your head around how Childe had managed to worm his way into your house by sweet talking your parents.

Though even through your irritation, you can’t help but feel your heart warm a little with how excitedly he’s talking about his day while looking up at you from your lap with a giant grin.

You can’t resist the urge to run your fingers through his silky, ginger locks while he convinced you to “take a short break” which you both knew would last at least a few hours.

“You know know how annoying you are right, Ajax?”

“Aw, you wound me!”

Giving out a dramatic gasp, Childe clutches his chest deciding to flamboyantly act hurt by your words.

“Tch. You’re lucky I love you. You know that?”

“Heh~ you don’t have to remind me that I’m the luckiest guy alive. All I have to do is look at you to know that.”

You both ended up cuddling together while reading through your notes.

Not without Childe deciding to distract you whenever he wanted your attention by peppering your face and neck with smooches <3

It’s so hot oh my god I am becoming delusional

Also what’s this? A actual multi-fic without headcanons?? I’m so productive sometimes I scare myself passes out

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bradshawsbaby · 11 months

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Piggie backing off that other anon, I feel like for more of a fluffy church fic, I mean most of the ones I’ve seen are smut (no shame at all) Reader could meet Bradley while re-lighting some of the candles that accidentally got blown out, then see each other at the hard deck..meet cute but make it “grief is a bitch”.

Not that I met my husband while I re-lit candles and he asked (I shit you not, in a CHURCH) wow, were you in some sort of house fire? Science experiment gone wrong?” (Joke but still) it sounds pretty rooster coded honestly.

I also feel like Hangman makes a bunch of “innocent church girl” jokes and reader throws a drink in his face, cause given the chance, no matter how much you are in love with Hangman, you’d throw a drink in his face 😂

Okay, first of all, how come I’ve never had a meet cute while lighting candles at church?!

Secondly, I thought this was a really cute concept, so I decided to write a little drabble about it! Quick fun fact: I chose Mary, Star of the Sea as the church in this little story because it’s where I went to Mass when I was in San Diego. It’s such a pretty little church!

Today wasn’t the first day he’d seen you.

For the past few months, ever since he’d returned to San Diego, Bradley had been periodically taking a drive over to La Jolla and stopping in at Mary, Star of the Sea, the small, peaceful church where he’d taken to lighting candles for his parents. He found the trip calming, especially when he was having a bad day, and so he didn’t mind going out of his way to get there.

Though he didn’t plan it intentionally, he began to notice that you were often there at the same time he was, slipping quietly into a pew to say a few silent prayers, or lighting some candles of your own. The two of you never spoke, even when you were the only two people in the church, but you would sometimes catch his eye and offer him a small smile or a nod on your way out the door.

He’d be lying if he said the thought of your pretty face wasn’t one of the reasons he didn’t mind going out of his way to visit Mary, Star of the Sea instead of one of the many churches that were closer to home.

Today was his parents’ wedding anniversary, and he was feeling the sting of grief particularly hard. He hadn’t even necessarily been conscious of what he was doing that morning when he grabbed his keys and hopped into the Bronco, but before he knew it, he was standing on the front steps of Mary, Star of the Sea and gazing up at the Spanish mission style bell tower.

The church was empty when he arrived, the hallowed walls cool and inviting as he walked quietly down the center aisle before veering off towards a small nook where several rows of candles sat waiting.

“Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad,” he whispered reverently as he lit two candles, one for Goose and one for Carole. Turning and ducking into the nearest pew, he lowered his head and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes to force back the tears that threatened to start falling.

It was then that he heard the soft rustle of movement and glanced up to see that he was no longer alone—you were here again. Wearing a pretty yellow sundress that reminded him of the California sunshine, you had your head bowed slightly as you lit two candles, just a few spots down from where he had lit his.

Bradley didn’t mean to stare, didn’t mean to intrude upon your privacy, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so lovely, and he felt drawn to you in ways he couldn’t explain. He noticed that your lips were moving silently, and then caught the single tear that spilled down your cheek.

Compelled, he quickly rose from his pew and reached into his pocket for the clean tissue he’d just grabbed that morning. “Excuse me?” he murmured gently, not wanting to startle you. He held out his small offering as you turned your head.

“Oh,” you gasped, clearly surprised. “Thank you,” you added politely, taking the tissue from him and quickly dabbing at your cheek. “That was very sweet of you.” You hesitated a moment, biting your lip, then added, “I’ve seen you here before.”

Bradley nodded, smiling softly. “I like to stop in when I can. It’s peaceful here.”

You smiled as well, nodding in understanding. “It is,” you agreed. Raising a curious brow, you indicated the two candles lit near yours and glanced up at him.

“It’s my parents’ anniversary,” Bradley explained, not feeling shy about telling you why he was there. “They’re both passed now, and I was thinking of them today.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” you replied softly, glancing downward for a moment. “It’s my grandparents’ anniversary today,” you explained, indicating your own candles. “My grandma passed away last year, and my grandpa followed a few months later. It’s their first anniversary with them both gone.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, too,” Bradley murmured, feeling a sense of connection to you, a kindred kind of loss.

“I’m sure that they’re happy we’re here to remember them,” you smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I think so, too,” Bradley grinned, his heart feeling lighter than it had that morning. He paused for a moment, his pulse starting to race, but then said, “Hey, um, there’s this good little coffee shop around the corner that I sometimes go to when I’m here. Would you maybe want to go with me? My treat.”

Your eyes lit up, and Bradley thought his heart might just explode. “I would really love that.”

“I’m Bradley, by the way,” he introduced himself, offering you his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Bradley,” you beamed, slipping your hand into his as you told him your name. “I’m glad you took the drive out to La Jolla to come here.”

Smiling over at the four candles the two of you had lit, Bradley nodded. “Me, too.”

#rooster drabble #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #x reader #x female reader #top gun: maverick #miles teller #anon message

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seraphicalsuccubus · 3 months

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Really curious, how did you and your bf meet because y’all seem really cute and I want this!!

edit: fuck I rambled so this is really long I’m so sorry 😭😥

but we met on here, actually, lmao. he had been sending me anon asks for a while and then came off to actually chat and we really hit it off. the first time we FaceTimed, it was like a 8 hour long call because we just meshed so well and couldn’t stop finding things to talk about. even the brief silent bits weren’t uncomfortable with him. it was so peaceful and relaxing.

and then I met him physically about a month after he actually asked me out. and things went the same as that FaceTime call. granted before then, we called EVERY DAY when he got off work until we both were falling asleep, and even would stay on the call all night and sleep together. sometimes the call would drop between falling asleep and waking up but the times it didn’t, it was wonderful to wake up and see him. we still call every day even now, to make things easier on both of us. it makes the distance more manageable when we get to video call and see each other in some sort of way, at least.

he stayed for almost a week before he had to head back home. and it went so well, I was missing him before he even left. I just fell so hard for him after spending several days with him and just being all wrapped up in each other the entire time. he’s so sweet and affectionate, and just wants me to feel loved and safe with him, which I do. and have from the first phone call. but he’s also wildly feral for me like I am for him and the sexual chemistry is absolutely fucking insane, which is a big plus because we’re both very sexual people so we really have to be compatible in that aspect for things to work. and I’m happy to say that we 100% are.

talking about this just really miss him even more and I can’t wait to be back in his arms with my face buried in his neck so I can just breathe him in and finally fully relax again. I’ve been so stressed and strung out while he’s been back home. but I’ll get to see him soon, and then I’ll be moving to be with him, so it’s not too bad. I just have to make it a little longer with the distance and then I’ll have him every day. it’s fucking hard some days but absolutely worth it because I genuinely want every day with him for the rest of my life. even when he frustrates me, or even makes me angry, I still feel overwhelming love for him despite that. and that’s usually a huge issue for me because I have a temper that’ll fly off into a blind rage in .2 seconds (one of my biggest downfalls). so being with someone that can bring clarity to those moments that way I’m not so overwhelmed with the rage and can still see clearly through all the red, is a big deal for me. I’m never letting that go.

I dunno, he just makes me feel so incredibly loved and wanted and desirable, all the time, and I’ve never felt like that with anyone before. I’ve never really felt like I meant something to anyone but he shows that I do, every day. he’s kind, and considerate, and has the most beautiful brown eyes that soften so much every time he looks at me. I’ve literally watched it happen. he just looks at me with total adoration and devotion in his eyes every time and I’ll never get over that. I’ll never get used to or feel like I deserve to have a partner like this. but god, am I so fucking lucky to actually have stumbled upon one that loves me just as hard and as unconditionally as I love him. I didn’t think I’d ever find a love like this, and I feel so blessed that I finally have.

#ask

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 3 months

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Another fellow English major here...so straight out of college, I worked as a legal secretary for about a year. It was a high-powered large corporate legal firm and it was interesting. So I started studying to take the LSAT. I was also contemplating going in the Peace Corps. One of the lawyers I worked for was from North Carolina, and he said, "Why don't you go volunteer in Appalachia? There's poor people right here in this country." I looked into it and several months later I was off to volunteer in Appalachia, where I stayed three years (one year as a full-time volunteer and two years as a paid employee). I was a GED teacher there for adults. Then I became burned out and needed to move on. A friend in Florida suggested I move there since she had a friend who needed a roommate. Off I went to Florida. I did temp work when I got there as a secretary. I got a job six weeks later in social services as a case manager. I did that for three years and then I decided I wanted to move up in the social services field, but in order to do that, I needed to get a master's degree. So I went back to school and got a master's in counseling. I then took the steps to be a licensed therapist. I was promoted at several jobs to supervisor. Then about six years ago, I started working at a health insurance company in the behavioral health department. I work from home and love my job. All of this to say, there are a lot of options out there for us English majors. Along the way, I had some experiences and met some people who guided me to paths I might not otherwise have taken. Good luck to you! You'll find your way. (Oh, I have a friend who was also an English major, then she got her master's in creative writing, and is now a supervisor at a publishing company.)

Another English major!

A lot of the anons who are writing in about their postgrad lives have the same thing in common: a lot of us go where the wind blows us, making job/career changes based on suggestions and referrals from friends and people we trust.

#ask #english major #college thoughts #career paths

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catgirlforkaeya · 2 years

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Stuck for ideas?

You should write a thing about you patching Kaeya up! You already have one about him patching reader up, so you could just complete the set

Alternatively- nightmares! So much angst potential, so much fluff potential! Two of my most beloved things, aside from Kaeya and your writing of course <3

patching him up

kaeya x gn!reader

synopsis: kaeya comes home from a mission injured

word count: 977

hurt/comfort + fluff at the end

warnings: blood + injuries

a/n: i am so sorry this took awhile anon 😭 i’ve been meaning to write but my excuse is that i watched seraph of the end and began the manga and crowley has invaded my mind please help he’s fine asf ☝️ hopefully i can get back into writing soon tho

“so… how exactly did this happen?” you spoke softly, gently running your fingers over open wounds before grabbing disinfectant.

“treasure hoarders— my cover got blown and they decided to jump me,” kaeya scoffed under his breath, adverting his gaze to the side.

kaeya was supposed to be out on a week long mission… but that mission was forced to end early due to the fact somebody blew his cover. you weren’t expecting him back for another three days, so when he opened the door all bloody and bruised it was truly quite the surprise. this wasn’t the first time he’s come home in this shape, and you knew it definitely was not going to be the last.

you let out a small sigh as you began to run the disinfectant over kaeya’s wounds. once you got the blood stopped and cleaned up you realized thankfully they weren’t as bad as you thought. at first glance the cuts seemed to be a few layers thick, but majority of them only made it past the skin. overall this was a highly concerning predicament— nobody wants to see the love of their life show up bleeding all over the place.. but you were relieved none of the injuries were very severe.

the two of you spent the next few minutes in silence. the only noises that could be heard throughout your living room was kaeya’s still-panicked breathing and the opening of plastic. the eye stinging scent of disinfectant filled the room, making your nose feel like it was on fire. you were trying your best to move as quickly as possible so that you could hopefully end kaeya’s pain fast, but your mind was not cooperating. you kept dropping stuff, accidentally grabbing the wrong thing, etc. each time you messed something up you felt yourself die inside a little.

“hun you don’t need to rush,” kaeya broke the silence. you paused and looked up at him— he must’ve picked up on your frantic actions.

“i know— i just don’t want you to keep bleeding and stay in pain any longer,” a frustrated sigh escaped your lips. you continued working your way around his body, noting that you only had one more wound left to take care of.

“i’ll be fine, it’s not the first time i’ve ended up like this. plus you’ve seen me in worse conditions,” he let out a dry and forced laugh. you could tell he was trying his best to brighten the mood with some humor.

“this is becoming more frequent though. the last few missions that jean has sent you on have ended with you getting injured in some way. two months ago it was a sprained wrist and broken finger, last month it was a concussion! how many more missions until you end up—“ you paused mid sentence. your brain was realizing what you’d just said, and when you saw the look on kaeya’s face you felt guilt flood you. you’d never really snapped like that before, so it caught both of you off guard.

“i’m so sorry i-“ tears welled in your eyes before you could say anything else, your voice beginning to crack. you took this as a sign from the universe to stop talking, so you did so.

“it’s.. okay,” kaeya looked down at the ground, shifting a little under your touch. “you’re right.”

silence once again filled the room. this time it wasn’t a peaceful silence. this was the type of silence that suffocated you, slowly choking you until you could barely breathe at all. your lungs felt like they were being crushed.

thankfully you finished bandaging kaeya’s wounds not too long after the silence began. once you got done checking everywhere to make sure you didn’t miss anything, you stepped out into the bathroom. you shuffled around through the drawers looking for some form of painkillers.

you brought a glass of water and two pain killers out, handing them to kaeya as you sat down next to him. you shifted uncomfortably every few seconds, unsure of what to do. kaeya didn’t seem mad at you— but at the same time it’s hard to read him in conditions like this.

next thing you knew you felt kaeya’s arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his bare chest. he winced a little at your body accidentally brushing over the bandaged wounds, which caused you to apologize profusely.

“thank you for taking care of me,” he rested his chin on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back with his thumb.

you lifted your head up and placed a few kisses on his jawline, trailing up to his lips.

“you’re welcome hun. what kind of partner would i be if i didn’t help bandage you up?”

kaeya let out a soft hum at your joke, a faint smile coming across his face. now that you two were close you could see the exhaustion written all over his face. you started to wonder how long it’d been since he last slept well.

“why don’t we get to bed?” you reached up to cup his cheek, faintly brushing over his cheekbone. “and take the next few days off, please. you need to rest.”

“where’s all this sudden worrying come from?” he raised an eyebrow at you, causing you to place a gentle slap to his bare chest. both of you let out laughs at the same time, the room filling with giggles.

“fine, fine. i’ll tell jean tomorrow that i’m taking leave, but only because you asked so nicely,” he placed a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose. you scrunched your face a little, giggling once again.

it felt nice having things back to normal, the tension from earlier was long gone. kaeya and you were back to your usual teasing games, just how it should be.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #genshin drabbles #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #catgirlforkaeya

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herofics · 10 months

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Hi!

I’m hiding behind anon lol but yeah. I just wanted to say that I love your writing and was wo dering if you could maybe, if you want to, do a self harming post with dabi and/or hawks? Or kiri or sum. I’m not too picky lol

I’ve been really struggling lately and just need some comfort lol

It could be that they caught me(?) in the act or afterwards or even before.

I have loads of scars all over myself (very visible and big) and it’d seriously make my day if you included that for some reason haha.

Anyways, sorry for bothering you and hope you have a great day! 🤍🫶🏼🤍

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Thank you for liking my writing, it means a lot to me. I’ve got this post, and this post for Dabi with an s/o who is dealing with self harm urges, but I surprisingly don’t have anything for Hawks with a self harming reader. I hope you feel better and that maybe this can help even a little bit. I started doing one for Dabi too, but I couldn’t come up with anything that I was happy with, so it’s just Hawks this time around

It’s not like he didn’t know, it was more that he didn’t want to connect the dots he was so clearly seeing. He didn’t want to think you could be doing that to yourself, but he couldn’t really deny it anymore.

He found blood stained tissues in the trash bin when he came over to your place one evening, but the first time he figured you’d just had a nose bleed. He asked you about it and you confirmed his suspicions. Now he knew that it had been a lie.

You hadn’t expected Hawks to come over, so you hadn’t really covered your tracks well. So when he asked you if you’d had a nose bleed, you just told him yes. You and Hawks had started dating a bit over a month ago, and you were taking things slow, so he had not seen your scars. You always made sure to wear long sleeves and pants, because you were terrified of people seeing your scars and cuts.

You were feeling like absolute shit. Nothing was going like you wanted it to and you felt like your life was spinning out of control once again. You were slipping back into those bad habits again, but you didn’t care, you just wanted some relief. You knew it wouldn’t last long, but at least it would be a few seconds of peace.

You took off your hoodie and pulled down the collar of your tank top. You pressed the blade to your chest and drew it across your skin a few centimeters. You exhaled deeply as you looked at the droplets of blood forming on the cut.

There it was, those few fleeting seconds of quiet in your head, and then it was gone. It never lasted, but the guilt always did. It didn’t come right away, it might even take a few hours before it hit you, but it always did. That never changed.

You’d basically covered your chest in cuts of different severity. There were old scars too, light and dark, big and small.

You cleaned yourself up and put your hoodie back on. It stung a bit when the fabric moved against your skin, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to.

You were sitting on the couch, stewing in that familiar guilty feeling, when your doorbell rang.

You went to check the peephole, and gulped as you saw Hawks standing there.

“Why now?” you muttered as you leaned your forehead against the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, greeting Hawks with: “Hi, I wasn’t expecting you tonight”

“Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to stop by” he said as you stepped aside to let him into the apartment.

“Something bothering you?” you asked as he pulled the door shut.

“Well… kind of? I guess” he shrugged, kicking his shoes off.

This was peculiar behavior from him. He wasn’t one to usually beat around the bush so much.

“You can tell me if there’s something wrong, I’m here to listen” you said.

Hawks followed you to the living room and you sat down on the couch. He didn’t know if he should bring it up. He wasn’t sure if you would get offended if he was wrong, or how defensive you would get if he was right. He had to know for sure though. He just wanted to help you.

Before he even realized, he asked: “Have you been cutting yourself?”

You were so shocked by his sudden question that you just froze. Hawks was looking at you with such a sad expression, and you knew he knew. Your reaction had given it away. If he wasn’t sure before he certainly was now.

You stayed quiet and just slowly started taking off your hoodie. You pulled it over your head and could hear Hawks audibly gasp as you revealed your arms and upper chest.

You were covered in scars, a lot of big and visible ones and even more small and light ones.

You just sat there with your hoodie on your lap, as you let him look at you. You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you knew he was looking you over. You were trying so hard to keep yourself from crying, and you were succeeding so far.

“Oh dove” he whispered.

“I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me after seeing this” you said quietly, looking down and gesturing at yourself.

Hawks didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to stop seeing you and he wanted to tell you that, but he also didn’t want to say anything that might make you feel like he was patronizing you.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you. I know I can’t promise I’ll be able to help you, but I’d like to be here for you” he said.

You raised your head to look him in the eyes. He was looking at you with such a serious and soft expression you couldn’t help but start crying. The tears started rolling down your cheeks as Hawks pulled you to his chest and embraced you while you held onto his shirt for dear life. He kissed the top of your head, telling you it was all going to be okay. That he was going to be there with you as long as you wanted him to. That he was never going to leave and that you were kind and a wonderful person, and that wouldn’t change.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were accepted and loved. Not because he ignored your flaws, but because he loved you, the whole you. He didn’t mind your scars, he loved you all the same.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #takami keigo #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #comfort #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #selfharm tw #blood tw

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hauntedwoman · 4 months

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dude not hate, u just dislike observations. u post about your love life tons. which is obv fine, just intense that u posted like three different guys in 1 season & have liked all of them a ton & have spiraled if they aren't obsessed with u immediately. just feels like something destructive to ur peace. i wasnt diagnosed with my adhd til my 20's & have been ostracized by peers to. still not computing how being voyeuristic to people = acceptance. btw we're friends but idk how to talk to u on this.

it's just odd that you seem to be thinking about this a lot. and i've only seen one other guy in the last few months and to be honest i really wasn't super into him, i just needed a distraction and had an intense desire to feel needed considering my life is pretty unstable in general.

and, not to discredit your observation, but the way i post online about these guys is wildly different than how i interact with them in real life. being autistic makes me exaggerate a lot of things with my language and my thinking is very black and white (coupled with having severe abandonment issues) so when i post about it, it's very dramatic.

if you're my friend i don't mind talking about this off anon, i just find it unnerving when people come into my inbox like this claiming to know how my life is or who i am when you won't even reveal your identity and i perceive it as being hateful or condescending.

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l-tothe-og · 11 months

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my last rambling over a new headlines chapter I can't believe it

11k words of mainly happiness and only slight angst never thought I'd live too see it but here we are. this anon can die happily. nah but fr I cheered so loud when aemond denounced aegon directly to alicent's face and then helaena also cut them off. nyra retired to become a full time older sibling yep yep.

the smut was sexy af as per usual you're so real for having aemond be the one who sleeps on top luke like a weighted blanket since the trope is usually has luke using him as a body pillow. but damn the way you had vivi casually imply a lucemond wedding i half expected luke to see aemond down on one knee when he turned around after the hug w/ rhaenyra on stage (perhaps spill some details on the "surprise makeup Valentine’s Day in May" for compensation)

the hurt/comfort and angst vibes of this fic has been immaculate and the rollercoaster of emotions from reading it, to reading a last minute cliffhanger at the end, then battling anxiety and impatience for a week while ranting in your inbox about it was fun 😭😭

tysm for writing it <3333

ahhhhhh thank you thank you thank you kisses and you know where they go! mwah mwah!

As for the surprise V-day makeup, the way it goes is like this:

Luke did not hold back on telling Vivi exactly how enraged the events of February 14th 2023 made him. Aemond was supposed to be his. They were supposed to have time. He expected a much needed day of tenderness previously locked away. Luke wanted to see Aemond come up for breath after drowning for the last month.

All he got was a terrible night's rest that night, and for several nights after.

Once the trial ended, and the torrential waves of discomfort ended for Aemond, there was peace. And in peace, there was opportunity.

Luke's initial plan included a rooftop bar and a night out without the threat of cameras. His makeup plan had to be different from the huge effort, unspoiled by the touch of scheduling conflicts or other drama.

It started with having Vivi tell Aemond he was booked solid from dawn to dusk on some random Tuesday in May. He had no time, she told him, to piss if it wasn't in the schedule.

Luke handled the rest.

He woke up Aemond on that Tuesday morning with a blowjob. The sun wasn't out yet, and Aemond grappled around in the dark to ground himself.

"Huh?" He said with a gurgle.

"Good morning." Luke took Aemond's hand and guided it to the back of his head. His fingers curled instinctually, gripping Luke's hair at the root.

Luke hummed around Aemond’s cock, delighted at the way Aemond moaned when he did. He was good. Really ficking good. So good, in fact, that Aemond came quickly and without a warning.

"What was that for?" He asked when Luke crawled back up the bed.

"Just love you." Luke replied. Aemond was too tired to form a smart reply. He kissed Luke and put his head down on his chest.

Aemond went back to sleep, and Luke turned off every alarm he had set.

"Happy Valentine's day." He chuckled into the dark.

Aemond woke up again late in the morning. Luke was cooking breakfast, whistling to himself and tossing Arrax bits of bacon when he stumbled out of Luke's bedroom.

"Fuck!" He yelped as he stubbed his toe on one of the moving boxes in the hallway. "I'm late!"

"Just on time, actually." Luke laughed.

"No, fuck. Vivi has my whole day booked solid."

"I know." Luke served bacon onto a plate next to the toast and eggs he finished earlier. Aemond came into the kitchen, red in the face and limping slightly.

"You what?"

"Vivi has your whole day blocked off, because you're spending time with me." Aemond blinked at him. Luke held up the breakfast plate Arrax begged for. "Breakfast first? I kind of have a whole thing planned."

Aemond took his breakfast and stared at it with a wide, uncertain eye.

"Just us? The whole day?"

"You could sound more excited." He teased.

Aemond put the plate back down and crowded Luke up against the counter.

"No interruptions? No plans?"

"Well," Luke nudged Aemond’s chin with his nose, "I have a few plans. Blow job, breakfast, et cerera."

Their lips met hungrily, and Luke thought to himself that he should have insisted on breakfast first.

The rest of the bacon burned, but that didn't ruin Luke's plans.

They'd moved straight on to his next plan for the day. Sex, and lots of it. Luke wanted Aemond in every position. He wanted him in him and on him and stained into his skin.

He wanted to fuck Aemond in every room of his apartment, closing the chapter finally before they moved onto new conquests and neighborhoods.

Luke got his wish by evening, where he had the next part of his plan all figured out.

He put Aemond in his favorite black hoodie, and pulled the strings of the hood tight. He put on a baseball cap and baggy jeans and led Aemond on a walk they'd done once before.

Aemond smiled when he saw the sign.

"Good idea?" Luke asked.

He only wrapped his arm tighter around Luke's shoulders. Luke leaned in and kissed his neck.

They took a spot near the stage, and Luke went to find his friend.

Rose was sitting at the bar. He ordered two sodas and gave her a hug.

"You brought your man?" She sipped at her whisky.

He pointed to Aemond.

"I brought him."

"I've got a song for you two." She said.

"Oh yeah? Something happy?"

She shrugged, "Something honest."

"Chart topper?" He goaded.

"Won't even hit the radio."

"Perfect."

"For you, maybe." She downed the rest of her drink and stood. "Go on, then. Don't leave him waiting too long. Someone might snatch him up."

They hugged again and Luke went back to his seat.

"Rose said she has a song for us."

"Something happy?" Aemond asked. Luke grinned.

"That's what I asked." He shrugged. "She said it was something honest."

"Even better."

Luke pressed their foreheads together.

"I agree."

Two months of an honest, true relationship, and Luke could not imagine there was another way to spend his life.

Rose took the stage after a moment. Everything beyond her voice and Aemonds hand in his fell away.

She did not cue Luke and Aemond into which song she sang for them, but they figured it out.

Rose crooned about the conscious act of receiving love. She sang to the tune of a ruined heart's beat. Her words and gesticulating fingers spun a story of want and worry and the steps taken after the end of all time.

Luke held onto Aemond for dear life. They were nothing and everything and occupied too, the space in between.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Luke said to him as they walked home, still holding on.

#lucemond #headlinessss yo #unedited ramblings

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